"Boiling Eggs"
One year, my six year old son and twelve
year old daughter were in the kitchen
helping me boil eggs to color for Easter.
The pot of eggs had starting to boil and
they were making the strange noises that
they sometimes do.
My son heard the noise and was walking
around the kitchen with his head cocked
to one side listening, trying to figure out
where the noise was coming from. As he
got near the stove and noticed it was
coming from the pot of eggs, he asked
what was making that sound.
Without missing a beat, his older sister
immediately answered....
"It's the baby chicks screaming!"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head!
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"Easter Cookies"
A long time ago, in rural Michigan my family
and I were members of a small mission
church which met in the building of a small
winery. My wife taught the pre-school and
Kindergarten class and the children were
seated on the cases . We frequently had
family visitors , the grown children of the
older Parishioners with their children.
One of the younger families visiting was a
service family, Marines. The three children
were all redheads 9 , 7 , and 5 and were
mirror images of their father.
On Palm Sunday the class was taught about
the Crucifixion, and my wife showed the
story in a large book sparing nothing of the
cruel details of the sad story. The class sat
aghast until the five year old, redheaded
boy, tears streaming down his face and
hands clenched at his sides stood up in
rage and shouted, "Where in hell were the
Marines?"
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